Gunga Din Jim Croce
Capo 5.
(Spoken)
You may tal[Am]k of gin and beer[G]
When you're stat[C]ioned way out he[E]re
[Am]An' you're sent to penny fig[G]hts an' Aldershot [Am]it
But when [Am]it comes to sla[G]ughter
You will d[C]o your work for wa[E]ter
An' you'll l[Am]ick the bloomin' boot[G]s of 'im that's[Am] got it.
Now in I[Am]nja's sunny cl[G]ime
Where I use[C]d to spend my t[E]ime
[Am]Servin' her Ma[G]jesty the Qu[Am]een
Of all[Am] the black faced c[G]rew
The f[C]inest man I k[E]new
Was regi[Am]mental b[G]histi, Gunga [Am]Din
The u[Am]niform he w[G]ore
Was noth[C]in' much bef[E]ore
[Am]An' rather less than half [G]of that beh[Am]ind
But a pi[Am]ece of twisty ra[G]g
An' a go[C]atskin water bag[E]
Was all t[Am]he field equipm[G]ent he could fin[Am]d
When a s[G]weatin' troop train lay
In a sid[Am]in' thr[G]ough the [Am]day
Where the h[C]eat would make you blo[G]omin' eyebrows c[Am]rawl
We sho[Am]uted, "Harry b[G]y'
Till our[C] throats were bricky-d[E]ry
Then wop[Am]ped him 'cause h[G]e couldn't serve us [Am]all.
He would do[Am]t an' carry o[G]ne
Till the[C] longest day was don[E]e
An' nev[Am]er seemed to know[G] the use of [Am]fear
If we ch[Am]arged a broke or c[G]ut
You could be[C]t your bloomin' n[E]ut
He'd be wa[Am]itin' fifty pa[G]ces right flank [Am]rear.
With his[G] mussick on his back
He would sk[Am]ip to o[G]ur atta[Am]ck
An' watch[C] us till the bu[G]gles made 'Ret[Am]ire"
An' for [Am]all his dirty hi[G]de
He was white,[C] clear white insi[E]de
When he went[Am] to tend the wo[G]unded under f[Am]ire.
(Spoken)
It was D[Am]in, D[G]in, D[C]in[E]
With the b[C]ullets kickin' d[G]ust spots on the g[Am]reen
And when the car[C]tridges ran o[G]ut
You could hea[C]r the front files s[E]hout
Send amm[C]unition mules, a[G]nd Gunga D[Am]in!
I sh[Am]an't forget the nig[G]ht
When I f[C]ell behind the f[E]ight
With a b[Am]ullet where my belt [G]plate should a' [Am]been
I was ch[Am]okin' mad with th[G]irst
An' the [C]man that spied me fi[E]rst
Was our good[Am] old grinnin', gr[G]untin' Gunga[Am] Din
He lift[G]ed up my head
An' he p[Am]lugged me w[G]here I [Am]bled
An' he g[C]ave me half a pi[G]nt of water g[Am]reen
It was c[Am]rawlin' and it s[G]tunk
But of a[C]ll the drinks I've dru[E]nk
I'm most gr[Am]ateful to the on[G]e from Gunga [Am]Din
He carr[Am]ied me aw[G]ay
To where[C] a dooli l[E]ay
An' a bu[Am]llet came and dr[G]illed the beggar cl[Am]ean
He carr[Am]ied me insi[G]de
An' jus[C]t before he di[E]ed
I h[Am]ope you liked your dr[G]ink said Gunga D[Am]in.
So I'll [G]meet him later on
In the p[Am]lace where [G]he as g[Am]one
Where it's alw[C]ays double drill[G] and no cant[Am]een
He'll be squ[Am]attin' on the co[G]als
Givin' d[C]rinks to poor damned so[E]uls
I'll c[Am]atch a swig in h[G]ell from Gunga D[Am]in
It was [Am]Din, [G]Din, D[C]in[E]
You Laza[C]rushian-l[G]eather Gunga D[Am]in
Tho' I've be[C]lted you an' flayed [G]you
By the livin' [C]God that made y[E]ou
You're a[C] better man than [G]I am, Gunga [Am]Din [G] [Am] [C] [E] [Am] [G] [Am]
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